He had borrowed the Great Dane from an acquaintance. The dog was just a few years old and had been saved from the pound after the previous owner had d...ed. The rescue centre were looking for a permanent home for her. Pixie was the most loving animal imaginable and went from person to person lapping up all the attention she could get. Her pencil looking tail wagged more than tongues at a rumour convention. The humans around her had as much joy in giving her the attention she so craved. One last. Michele walked over thewardrobe and opened it, flicking through the skirts and blouses untilshe found the nice business suit skirt-jacket combination that she hadbought at Oxfam. It was almost exactly like the suits her mother woreto work and was the closest thing she had to modest attire. He laid itout on the bed.Snap! In her mind she was Mike once again.Mike cautiously removed the stool from against the door and opened itjust a crack. Steve was fast asleep on the couch surrounded by. So what do I call you?”She looks up at him and says, “Claymore or VP Personnel, I only let my friends call me by my first name.”“OK, Claymore, but don’t go exploding on me.” She grins at the joke. “Why do we have Vice-presidents of everything and no Presidents?”She replies, “The job you’re currently doing used to be known as the President, but your predecessor changed it.”“OK, then it’s no trouble for me to make a few title changes, is it?” When she nods agreement Kyle continues, “Drop the Vice. Please come with me." Said the alien, in a kind of computerized voice. Lucy and I looked at each other, and we could tell we were both interested, and wanted to find out what was in this ship thing. We walked with the alien, and stood underneath the opening. The alien clapped all four hands together twice, and we shot up in the air, right into the ship. Somehow, we were back in our bikinis, and we were both holding our bags and towels. These creatures must have some kind of magical powers. Lucy.